Luyện nghe bài hát Mirror

Saw stall at the end of the day.
the light head west and the sun fade away,
When a voice from within whispered "you stay",
But I stood my ground deep in a grave.

Below the surface, I'm 6 under.
Left for my ones to cry, to wonder.
And my flesh starts to tear asunder,
I can feel in my skin, the of thunder.

A clap so loud, that it the ground.
But I can't be heard, no, I be found.
Cause as the ground the dirt fills my mouth
And the earth I lay in my cries out.

Is this or is this life?
See one is so easy, one is a fight.
use care, my when comes the day's end,
You can die many times 'fore begins.

I can type out my feelings but press send.
I do shit that me but fear for the end.
When I turn to the mirror and deep within.
I need a doctor, but maybe a friend.

There's a man to my north, but facing the east.
I get down on my and I beg and I plead,
"Help me, me, you're all that I need",
But before I continue, he and leaves.

My starts to shrink as I'm left all alone,
Turn back to the mirror, and my meet a ghost.
And as i stare he leans in and whispers...
"What do you want me?"

He with my voice, but he thinks for himself.
I ask we are then he opens his mouth.
"I tremble to think of a life doubt,
Where everyone learns things from just of mouth.

you question the worlds when you learn what's inside.
I promise it's easy, look in my eyes.
These that are yours, and behind them you'll find
What you and me, not a brain, but a mind"

And as he spoke me with rhythm and rhyme,
I feel my mouth and hear sound from inside.
But these words I hear, no these are not mine.
Is this God up or the devil in line?

the man in the mirror, he tells me my time has come.
And he says it's useless to run.

Life ain't and white, he began to say,
Instead, The pain we is shades of grey.
His is graphite, but is slate, so don't let his pain decide your fate.
See hurts in pewter, but hers is in ash,
We don't feel the same cause we're on paths.

And as he he shook and thrashed,
And I felt a cold run down my back.
I knew it was truth, these can't be fiction.
My soul away through his elegant diction.

"You learn many things when you things to listen,
So stop words to force others positions.
Remember past but hold onto your vision,
Live for today, the past is a prison."

He spoke with a clarity, himself known,
And That's when I realized his were my own.

The blood of my fathers that runs my veins,
Is screaming me, I'm going insane.
But there's something about all hurt and confusion,
That peace of mind, like I'm finally lucid.

The man facing is now back from the north,
But time he's facing me, now he wants more.
I look to my and I see the sun rising,
And realize that day is just disguising.

To my left, in the mirror, I my repentance.
The death I now is my own rightful sentence,
But I won't accept it this coffin guidance,
I turn to the mirror and out in silence...
"What do you from me?"

The mirror before me my perception
I from myself for myself's own protection
There's a reason I'm buried here, a lesson,
The one who best was my own reflection.